It was a strange feeling, having to keep off your feet. Especially when being on your feet was what you did for a living. Estella's bones had settled, but because of the strange break the healers had recommended she keep her foot elevated and to not put much pressure on it for the next few days. The potions were working, but they had to work slowly to make sure everything was completely back together.

She winced as she wiggled her toes, the only part of her foot visible from the end of her pink cast. She felt silly for finding herself in this predicament and wanted to have someone to blame other than herself, but it really was only her fault. She had let one of the older students take on a class, and while trying to not so subtly watch the girl like a hawk, she'd stumbled mid pirouette and had gotten caught up in a nearby stool.

Estella let out a sigh of frustration and dropped her head back into the arm of the couch she was currently sprawled across. Her mother had graciously taken the children off her hands, Adamina had full control of the studio, and Caden was being a wonderful husband and running some errands. The house was a beautiful, eerie silent that any working mother would be grateful for.

It had only been twelve hours and she was miserable. Estella put a pillow over her face and let out a whine. This was torture!

She landed flat-footed, the sound of the impact of her feet against the wood floor echoing across the empty studio. Estella held herself in her crouched position, taking in deep breaths before straightening and running a frustrated hand through her hair. She was not landing the last jump and twist properly and this had to be the tenth time she’d gone through the entire routine only to mess up the last step. Whether it be because she’d done it so many times or because of the fact that she was finding herself progressively more dizzy after each spin, she wasn’t sure. The Mid Winter Recital was only three weeks away, she had to figure this out! All of the teachers put on a showcase, and Estella’s led into the advanced group’s dance. If she fell flat, then the girls would start off on the wrong foot---literally.

The door of the studio creaked open and she waved a hand as she made her way to the opposite end of the floor, assuming it was Tony, who was always very quick to give her tips and correct her posture. “Watch this and tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Concentrating, Estella took a few steps back and repeated the dreaded formation, once again landing flat-footed.

“Damn it,” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. She put her hand against the barre and took a deep breath, letting the room stop spinning before she looked up. “What on earth---Caden!”

Estella flushed a dark red at the sight of her husband. He of course had been to her performances, but that was different. Performances were perfectly executed with pretty costumes, lighting, and makeup, not in tights with no music and lots of sweat. She pushed her hair down, “What are you doing here? I mean---hi!”

Charlie was pretty sure he'd missed out on a wonderful career as a party planner. As he stared out at the dance floor, which he stood over on a platform where the DJ was spinning a mix of wizard and muggle music (even with some popular French songs that were actually pretty catchy if Charlie said so himself). He wasn't surprised at how many people showed up, but it still nearly startling to see how bloody happy everyone was to be there! Sure, some looked ridiculous with the fake mustaches that were passed out (not required, obviously), but a lot had actually grown out their beards and it was----cool, they tried, they wanted to be there and they wanted to have a good time. Charlie wanted to have a good time.

The Kestrels were not top of the pack, and while he believed in his team completely, the stress of the numbers had been getting to them. A night like this was necessary, and maybe it could rejuvenate the team that had lost some valuable members this season and had done a bit of shifting around. They were still trying to get themselves into place, and it needed to happen faster than it was.

Plus, Axe had been pissy all week that no one had acknowledged the anniversary of his birth.

Charlie grabbed the mic from the DJ and grinned, enjoying colorful scene laid out in front of him. funkybuddha club had been a perfect choice for the night, "Don't everyone tire themselves out! There's still a lot more festivites to look forward to!"

( enter funkybuddha club )

It wasn't that Noah was completely incapable of taking care of his children, but he really did not know how to dress little girls for ballet. That was Estella's first hint that something was up with the Boots, so after she showed Noah how to lace up Anna's tiny slippers and how to do a proper little bun, she applied a little bit of her Slytherin pressure on the man. It was easy to break, and while Estella didn't know why Odette was holed up in Drystan Fawcett's house, but she planned to find out.

Drystan's wife did not seem too pleased to have yet another visitor at their rather reclusive home, but she put on a good face when Estella arrived, and being the nice person that she was, Estella had brought over a bottle of wine for the Fawcetts; they were taking care of her best friend, after all. The wine had come from a rather large basket of drinks, crackers, cheeses---all that would be necessary for a rather intimate girls' evening. Estella had not been the one to comfort Odette for a long time, and especially when it had to do with a fight with Noah. The two had such a way of keeping the other in check that it was very surprising to hear that something had caused Odette to leave the home.

"Knock, knock," Estella said, pushing into Odette's room without waiting for an answer.

WHO: Estella & Caden Flint
WHAT: :(
WHERE: Their House
STATUS: Finishing in comments!

( Any bit of joy felt like a betrayal to Florence )

Running her fingers through the folds of her dress, Glenda let no pleat or invisible lint go unattended to as she sat. Her dress was far too beautiful for those kinds of blemishes, and the task had proven to be a manageable distraction that was getting her through the rest of the night until it was professionally and socially acceptable to leave.

Oh, that sounded horrible. She really shouldn't be so unwilling to attend her own party. The WWN had really outdone itself, inviting practically the whole of the Wizarding World to help 'welcome her back' to Britain's airwaves. The network had been more than happy to accept her back when she (Sturgis) had contacted them, but had made no mention of something like this until last week after everything had been finalized. All she had asked for was her job back, but apparently her celebrity status had grown substantially with her absence and things like this had become necessary.

She had spent the first good part of the party clutching tightly onto Sturgis' arm, feeling not only uneasy but lost as witch after wizard continued to appear in front of her, asking questions, telling jokes and attempting to have ernest conversations with the woman of the hour. It felt strange having so many familiar faces and names rushed back upon her, and many times already she had wished she was her formal self. If this had been three years ago, Glenda knew she would have chatted up the entire room already instead of giving half-empty smiles, dutiful nods and soft answers.

Now, though, Sturgis had long ago left her side. A tactic she knew no doubt had been purposefully planned down to the minute. It had generated the same feeling within Glenda when he had shown up an hour early before this whole thing started, asking if she minded escorting him, and then offering to drop Tristan off at her Aunt and Uncle's to ensure that she would have enough time to get ready because she hadn't even gotten dressed yet. She knew he was only trying to help with her readjustment process, which made her love, and hate, him more because of it.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Glenda looked up to catch glimpses of the party from outside. Her aimless wandering had lead her to party's outside grounds, a rather nice garden area with sparkling lights and nearby fountain. A few people were nearby, but she didn't mind much. The atmosphere reminded her of Italy.


OOC: soo it's safe to assume Gleny basically knows everyone, WWN would've made sure all friends were here LOL and if she didn't, all famous people were invited anyway so YAY

 [WHO?] JEN GIBBON, TOBIAS GIBBON AND ESTELLA FLINT
[WHERE?] JEN'S APARTMENT
]WHY?] JEN'S PREGNANT AND THE OLDER SIBLINGS ARE FREAKING OUT.
[WHEN?] AFTER THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN STELLA AND JEN TAKES PLACE.
[RATING?] PG TO PG-13

( I can't believe how you looked at me with those James Dean glossy eyes... )

Who: The Flints! All of them haha
What: Uh oh! Baby time?
Where: Their house, St. Mungo's
Notes: One last finish in comments?

( So they were going to have this baby, she was going to be beautiful, and everyone was going to be fine. )

Estella had never felt so many things at once.

Anger that led into depression that led into a desire for hope that gave her some sort of faith which made her happy that then just turned around and made her realize she'd messed everything up, and around and around her circle of emotions went. Estella clung to the extra pillow on the hospital bed, her face having been pressed into it since the healers had left. She was sure nothing was wrong with her or the baby, but a panic attack was never good for anyone, so she hadn't fought Caden's insistence. It had been so long since she'd had a full blown attack, so he'd found her seated in a pile of tulle and tutus, breathing into a brown paper bag to try and regulate her breaths.

She was such a stupid mess.

Sniffling, Estella listened for Caden's movements, not having said much since she'd been calmed down. She felt terribly guilty for her last comments to him, but at the same time it was sort of---it felt sort of good to finally get out what she'd been feeling these past five months. He hadn't even felt the baby kick, which---well they were still light kicks, but the attempts to feel weren't really there and---maybe Dolores had done something right.

"Ugh," she let out at the thought, but also because the inside of her stomach had been jabbed quite hard in the side. Estella frowned and pushed her hand against the spot, "Not so hard," she muttered.

Who: Estella & Caden Flint (Marcus Flint too!)
What: He comes home!
Where: Their house
When: Reeecently
Status: Finishing in tags

( You mean you want to talk to Mummy? )

Who: Caden and Estella Flint
What: Making Valentine's day miserable...
Where: Their house
When: Friday, 8:00 pm

( Estella was pregnant, and she hadn't told her husband. )